THE DARK PRINCE
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Summary: The dark handsome Prince Chakotay rescues a
young man from the executioner’s axe by the name of
Tom Paris who is accused of murdering his father.
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Upon his return to the castle, Captain Donato
requested an interview with the Prince and his new
slave he was told to report to the Prince’s apartment
first thing in the morning.
“Wake up, Tom. We’re having company this morning,”
Chakotay whispered in the younger man’s ear and
nuzzled on his neck until the blue eyes opened all
dreamy eyed and contentment.
“Do we have too? I’d rather spend the day in bed with
you,” he whined beautifully and stretched his long
limbs gracefully like a feline sending a chill of lust
down to Chakotay’s groin.
“Sorry, sweet thing. Captain Donato of the Royal Guard
has been investigating your father’s death and has
some questions for you to answer. So get up,” the
Prince was back and Tom knew he had to obey.
“Yes, sir,” he obeyed authority figures automatically
that training his father had instilled that in him as
a young lad and the training stood him in good
standing these days living with the Prince in the
capacity as his body servant.
Getting up, he helped the Prince dress in his good
clothes while he put his own sky blue tunic on along
with a darker pair of leggings. He waited until the
Prince sat down in front of the vanity and began to
brush the long black hair out and plait it into a
single long braid that would lie in the middle of his
back. Than he brushed his straw colored hair and let
it flow free as the Prince like it that way so he
could touch it anytime he wanted too.
Chakotay reached down and drew Tom into his arms and
gave him a deep kiss leaving him shaking with desire.
“Turn around, Tom.” He asked quietly. “I have to do
“What?” Tom was wary, but did as Chakotay asked.
Turning around, the Prince fastened restraints on his
hands leaving him bound. Feeling betrayed, tears
filled his eyes as he looked into the Prince’s dark
eyes questioning these actions. “Why?”
“You are being questioned as a suspect in a murder
case and they would not want you to bolt if guilt is
eating at you,” Chakotay replied kissing Tom until he
needed air and used his hands to try and reassure his
body slave. “This won’t take long at all.”
Tom sat in front of Captain Donato with his beautiful
face full of dread and upset at the first question of
the interview. They were seated in the receiving area
of the suite with the Captain sitting across from
them. Chakotay and Tom were sitting side by side on
with the younger man curled up to the Prince as close
as he could get with big burly arms wrapped lovingly
“Why did you kill your father, Thomas?” Donato asked
in a cold voice while his brown eyes searched the
young lord’s face for clues to his guilt or innocence.
“I did not kill my father. He was already dead by the
time I got home that night,” he replied. “I was with
someone that night.”
“You have an alibi than. Who were you with, Thomas?”
Donato wanted to know. A collaboration of places and
times could save this young man’s life from the
“I can’t say, Captain. It would ruin her reputation,”
Tom was going to defend Erin under a gentleman’s honor
to protect the ladies honor.
“You should tell the Captain, Tom. You can trust him
to be discreet and not ruin the young lady if it will
save your life,” Chakotay said softly suddenly afraid
he might lose this young man and he silently vowed to
do whatever it took to keep Tom with him always.
“If you don’t tell me and we can’t find out who the
real killer is, there is enough evidence to try you
for the murder of Lord Owen Paris,” Donato informed
him in a neutral tone believing the young man’s
innocence, but the laws were a given in this land.
Since Tom was the last one with his father and
actually had the weapon in his hand when found was
enough to get a trial started on a charge of murder
unless the King intervened.
“I can’t. It wouldn’t be right. I have her honor to
think about,” Tom pulled against the restraints that
bound him and tried to escape the arms holding him as
his frustration built up and he started to look for an
“Her honor versus your life, Tom. It’s not that
difficult of a choice,” Chakotay said as he held onto
the struggling young man. “We can always see to it
that she has a good marriage for the right dowry and
no questions asked.”
“That’s not the honorable thing to do, Prince,” Tom
cried out in disbelief and struggled harder to get
away from the man he thought he knew.
“I’ll do what I have to too keep you by my side, Tom.
What did you plan to marry the girl yourself?”
Chakotay asked as he turned Tom to face him searching
for the truth. He saw the look on the Tom’s face and
knew it for a fact. “You did intend to marry her, but
your father didn’t want the wedding. Why?”
“I don’t know. He never told me and I never got the
chance to ask why when he was murdered?” Tom sagged in
his Prince’s arms his fight gone with his head bowed
“What is her name, Tom? We need to clear this matter
up?” Donato asked in a firm voice. “You do her a
disservice if I find out from another source who she
is and the word gets out about you sleeping with her.
Of course, she would be ruined and no one would have
her in marriage than.”
“The Lady Erin Lacey, daughter of Lord Lacey, from our
neighboring estates,” Tom confessed full of weariness
as fresh tears ran down his face. Would this nightmare
never end? “I honestly wanted to marry the Lady Erin,
but now I don’t know.”
“Thank you for your help, Lord Paris. Now if you will
excuse me my lord, I have work to do and not that much
time before the campaign begins,” Captain Donato took
his leave of the lovers who were in intent only on
Tom was exhausted as he let Chakotay lead him into the
bedroom and laid him down on the bed, he fell into a
deep slumber while the restraints were removed and a
blanket was pulled over his long body.
He was thirsty when he awoke later in the afternoon
and his stomach let him know in no certain terms that
he required nourishment. Twisting in his blanket, he
found himself alone in the room and felt abandoned for
a moment. Raising, he took care of his personal needs
and wandered into the receiving area looking for
something to drink, but all he could find was water
and fruit juice, all the alcohol was gone. Come to
think of it, he hadn’t seen any alcohol since the
first night he had come to stay in the Prince’s suite.
Getting some juice to ease his thirst, he sat on the
chair by the large window and stared off into the
fabulous view thinking.
Chakotay watched the blonde from the darkness of the
doorway silently and was puzzled by the display of
emotions on his beautiful face. Finally with a deep
sigh, Tom stood up and saw his lover watching him.
“Supper is on the way up. Do you want to get cleaned
up, Tom?” Chakotay asked softly as Tom approached him
for a hug. He felt comforted having his arms around
him and could feel the slim body trembling.
“Yes,” Tom answered wearily. “Will I ever stop being
“Once this is cleared up, I suppose you will get your
full health back. The emotional roller coaster ride
that you have been on for the last fortnight is enough
to wear anyone out.” Chakotay kissed the top of his
head. “You can lean on me as long as you want, love. I
will never leave you.”
“Thank you.” Tom nuzzled his neck. “I would like to
get cleaned up for supper.”
“Good. I have some news to share with you over food,”
Chakotay smiled as he let the young man go and got
himself a drink of water from the sideboard.
The servant arrived and set up supper for the couple
and left them alone when the food was served. Tom
picked at his food still upset over naming Erin in his
alibi and how at one time he really had good
intentions of marrying her if his father had allowed
it. It’s amazing how fast your life can change by one
action or decision. Chakotay watched him with solemn
eyes and hoped he would take the news in a good way.
“Tom, you know the campaign season is ready to begin
in a couple of days. I’ve made arrangements for you to
accompany me as my body servant unless you care to
make other arrangements,” Chakotay told him over the
roasted chicken he was tearing apart with his bare
“What kind of arrangements could I make?” Tom asked
wondering where he could go and did he really want to
leave the Prince and the new world he had opened up
for him in the bedroom.
“The prison here in the castle town or the one on Kile
Island. Both have accommodations for suspects,” he
offered knowing Tom would more than likely turn them
“Prison? You said accommodations!” Tom exclaimed in
anger and slammed his utensils down on the table.
“That is totally unfair. I’m convicted before I even
have a trial.”
“If one has money one can have a fairly comfortable
life in prison, Tom,” Chakotay said flatly ignoring
“Why can’t I just go home until this is all over
with?” He whined as he got up from the table and
headed for the bedroom wanting to think, but he was so
confused these days. Did he really tell the prince
that he loved him? What was he thinking? This whole
situation was fast spinning out of his control.
However, he did know that he did love Erin Lacey and
would gladly make her his wife in a moment despite all
the new things the Prince was showing him and making
him feel. “Father, why did this have to happen now of
all times?” he cried to the heavens for answers to the
questions which could only be answered on his plane of
If he left the Prince, he would simply be exchanging
one prison for another it seemed like from all
accounts. With a heavy sigh of despair, he sank to his
knees and laid his head on his arms off the edge of
the bed and tried to think and go over all the options
and choices available to him. Not many. Prince
Chakotay or one of the two prisons unless Lord Lacey,
Erin’s father took him into his custody. Lord Lacey
had always been favor of the marriage for the two of
them. He wiped the tears from his eyes and set his
resolve to try and get a message to Lord Lacey.
Chakotay watched him from the doorway, knowing that no
matter what Tom decided he would do his best to keep
the slim young man by his side. The more he was with
him, the more he wanted him like a growing addiction.
He wanted to soothe the battered spirit, protect him
and never let anyone ever hurt him again.
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